Immersion

Drown softly in your learning

Drown softly in your learning

 

Let me fall into your rhythm

To sleep-walk in your  form

Absorb your very nature

And be so patient

That something will occur

A wash. A kiss

The soft breath of concern

Gifted like a glove and fist

That have found peace

Confused by mercy

So harmony might take residence

In common sense

And the rise and fall

In the chest

Of any sentient man

Conscience

Conscience

 

I am a soldier in a covert war

Everything about me is nondescript

And I travel mostly under cover of dark

When the horrors are worst

And my ignorance at its’ height

Because the night time

Is my camouflage

When manoeuvres are across enemy lines

That often stretch beyond my ken

And victory, should I wish it

Is mine

But as this well intentioned vigilante

Wages retribution on your behalf

The real wars progress

Atrocities that fuel these dreams

Play out amongst the protagonists

And wounds that fester

Lives that are lost

Go unremarked at day-break

When Private Me awakes

A caught thought

 

Loss can be sublime

Loss can be sublime

I found this in an old notebook. Why not publish and be damned. To do otherwise would render me damn quiet!

 

In Bruges. A caught thought.

 

Scraping over porcelain

Metal notes

The prongs engulf sweet-corn

And lettuce leaves

With omelet

Despatched

To quell

That urge

 

Outside

Cold

Skin red

Taut

Old bricks and water

Sleek metalled cobble stones

People steeped in the history

They step upon

  1. Gawp

Gather and stop

Admire and share

In modern tongues

Their imaginings

 

This being Sunday

Palm Sunday

A church in a foreign land

For customs. To observe

Daffodils stilled by the cold

Firm and green, in tandem

With the trees

Witness the nuns

  1. Singing

Black robes. White cornets

And doves fly

Like reverent symbols

As foreigners feign allegiance

And sing a mime

To the locals prayers

8.8.14

Mum on a beach

8.8.14 Funeral. Mum.

 

Surely today words won’t fail

When duty calls I shall salute

That passing stage

A passage of time spent

When honour marks the memory

And tears are a Godly stain

On something deeply held

Ineluctable

Love and all it contains

Does not go away

Never will. Never can.

So that which fades

Will flicker sometimes

And a brightness that is real

Will shower me again

So you move on

But not away

8.8.14 Funeral. Mum.

Mum on a beach

8.8.14 Funeral. Mum.

 

Surely today words won’t fail

When duty calls I shall salute

That passing stage

A passage of time spent

When honour marks the memory

And tears are a Godly stain

On something deeply held

Ineluctable

Love and all it contains

Does not go away

Never will. Never can.

So that which fades

Will flicker sometimes

And a brightness that is real

Will shower me again

So you move on

But not away